As I was looking through some older scrapbook pages (yes, I’ve been through many hairstyles and no, these pages aren’t that great) I came across this writing that touched me many years ago. I was in the middle of the frantic years of raising wounded kids and homeschooling and cooking and cleaning and teaching and ministering and doing. Years with little notice from the world or the family I was raising.
Now I see the active years in raising my children are coming to a foreseeable end. Not yet, but in a few short years. I know personally how fast these years go by. They were a blur yet they were the foundation for the children now serving God in their own homes. How I wish I had someone who could have gently reminded me that those years are irreplaceable. To tell me the seeds I was planting would indeed grow and flourish, not without storms and struggles, but with relationships that pointed to God.
I hope this piece encourages someone that what you are doing is vital. Life changing. Even at times, heroic. Your life and work does not go unnoticed by God.
Linking with: Hip Homeschool Moms, Cornerstone Confessions